Cycles - Maya Spector

[Lawrence Robinson]

Cycles

Why don't we stop for a minute,
turn away from the news,
and take some cues from the earth?
Baby Spring has arrived once more.
Tiny new leaves sprout
on the Japanese maple
and the little pomegranate trees
in the back yard.
The pink and white blossoms on
neighborhood plum and cherry trees,
and the sunny daffodils rising up,
have all returned in due time.
 
Although the earth responds
to the abuses we have
heaped on her by giving us
more wind, more rain (or no rain at all),
more floods, more fires,
the seasons continue to cycle,
the tides rise and fall,
and days and nights come and go.
As do we.
 
Everything passes.
Everything begins anew,
despite the chaos.
So, when our storms of feelings
rage and spill over,
let's stop and breathe,
attune to the rhythms of
the turning and returning earth
rather than to her calamities.
Why not rest in the spaces
between breaths,
between catastrophes,
between upheavals?
Why not simply revel in rebirth,
in the flowering Baby Spring, and
in our love for the earth
and for each other?

	- Maya Spector
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